I work and have mixed feelings about it. Some days are better and I enjoy getting a bit creative too. But usually what they require of me is blind obedience.
In the past I was jobless for several years and, despite knowing on a rational level that it wasn’t my fault, strong feelings of worthlessness kept creeping up on me.
I think I’m finally starting to learn how to really relax, with the help of a new book I’m reading. Money is nice, but not the time-is-money attitude… that’s toxic.